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Those words not shared in life, Haunt now quiet moments
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It’s the end of the world, and we’re all invited Everything will die soon and we’ll all know why
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My heart jumped out of my chest
As I realized what it all meant
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Little girl, what hides behind those blue eyes? For inside them I see shades of gray
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Why can’t we look into the eyes
Nor hear the cries
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If it’s not one looming threat it’s another
Back in the day it was “communists”
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Take a deep breath Now wash me all clean
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I close my eyes and begin to relax
Allowing myself to think of a place I once loved
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I lie here, naked, before you This time, exposed by my own pen
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Just a quick escape to make it easier to bare
Just one more quick fix to mend all the wrong
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There are names for women like you
Now the whispers become too hard to bear
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They’ll teach you how to commit treason
But never how you should reason
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A petite cloaked figure disappears in the night
Leaving behind a small blue tulip bouquet
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I stand at attention, fluttering in the wind Silently surveying the ghastly situation below
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Asking why I write these words I write
Is like asking why we crave fresh mountain air
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One man’s dream
Has quickly become a nightmare
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Shattered now at the lowest low
Not knowing the reflection staring back
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I am all that is left alive on the earth now
I watched the horror of the vengeance vow
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When I felt the binds
I wanted to scream
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All I want is to cry For all time I want to cry
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One minute a bright light The next a smoking wick
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Boom! And the people being to scatter
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Little girl lost, we walk right past Grown up now in this world of hate
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As we drive our gas guzzling SUVs
Working for the next new, expensive, toy
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How can she be the ideal?
Never using her brain
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Electricity charged the stage, I saw red
Staring up with her shy gaze
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That was never what they signed up to do
As they pulled the bodies from the rubble
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Ideal Beauty, changing with the times Ideal Beauty, what is her size?
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Big Sister, who used to know me best,
Do you even know me now?
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If Care Bear ran for President
My “X” would go there
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inspired by a family friend, but something i think a lot of especially young women need to take to heart
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Can you imagine fighting to survive just one more day? One more day of inadequate living, even basic human rights
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The white flag of surrender is stained Red Somehow the price of freedom has become war
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